This morning at 2:30 am ( crazy things never happen during normal hours) I was alone and obsessing over my theme, as usual when I can’t sleep. (Trying to tweak the details in CSS is like traveling in a foreign country without a map and you don’t speak the language….at least for me.) When all of a sudden there were sirens screeching through the neighborhood. My gosh I thought…must be firetrucks and paramedics, something must be wrong at a neighbor’s house. I went outside expecting the worst….but not what I found.
There were about 15 to 20 police officers with guns drawn in my front yard and the street in front of my house. Oh crap!..I thought…. what has my son been doing (I’m a bad mom for thinking this because ’88 has never been in trouble with anyone but me) There was yelling, rushing and general chaos. A man was screaming and then there was this sound….a small sound…like a pop or a click. Oh My God!.. they Tasered him…right there in front of my house. I couldn’t process it. I didn’t know what to do so I stood there frozen. Finally I snapped out of it long enough to call my husband who was on his way home. That conversation went something like this:
Me….“Honey! there are a bazillion cops on our lawn and they just Tasered this guy and he’s like yelling and he almost ran his truck into the neighbors house”…
“73….”What are you talking about”…
Me…“Honey! there are a bazillion cops on our lawn and they just Tasered this guy and he’s like yelling and he almost ran his truck into the neighbors house…Really I’m not joking“.
’73…. ” No kidding” (ok we used cuss words but I can’t print them)
Me…“ No kidding”
’73….” What happened”( I’m paraphrasing here because he truly expects me to know….with details. He asked about 20 questions, none of which I could answer.)
Me… “Honey! there are a bazillion cops on our lawn and they just Tasered this guy and he’s like yelling and he almost ran his truck into the neighbors house”…
Maybe I should have found out for him…catered to his curiosity. Yes, I should have walked right up to the men with the shiny weapons and said “Hey, what’s going on…why did you tasar that man…my husband wants to know” yeah that would work, why didn’t I do that…because I’m not stupid.
A few hours later ’73 talked to the officers still at the crime scene (street in front of my house) and he was told: The pickup fled a crime and a high speed pursuit began. The police chased him for just enough miles to get them really pissed off…then it ended in front of my house. It was just like on TV when the driver abandons the car to go it on foot (like that ever works) they get him. I live in a quite neighborhood…not much crime….nice…you know the kind…boring. Things like this never happen here…until now. So in case you didn’t hear me before: “There were a bazillion cops on our lawn and they just Tasered this guy and he’s was yelling and he almost ran his truck into the neighbors house… Really I’m not joking…it happened…right here…on my lawn…at 2:30 this morning.